Wednesday, March 17, 2010

i hate rap music

cor and i get away. hobo dinners hit the spot.
(picture has nothing to do with post)
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it is twelve.seventeen
my girls finally turned off their rap music
and are silently counting sheep.
i have learned to LOvE the silence, it is a very rare find in the school, but my insides enjoy every mili-second of it. i have now grown accustom to sleeping with ear plugs. living with six girls ages 17-21 (yes. one is my age) means that there are 6 boys i also have to deal with, most of which choose to call there so called "lover" during random hours throughout the night. gag.
bethel alternative boarding school is my birth control.
no babies, no teenagers.
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we have been graced by the love of good ol' mr. sun
today was a whopping 19 degrees, everyone was happily raving about the warm weather.
even i, a girl enlaced with warm arizona blood, thought the weather was enjoyable.
what has alaska done to me?
todo, i don't think were in utah anymore.

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